Chapter 510: The Patriarch of Nanyang, the Dragon Palace Heir (6K2)

Chapter 510: The Patriarch of Nanyang, the Dragon Palace Heir (6K2)



The faint scent of blood still lingered in the air.

Elder Liu's roar seemed to echo in everyone's ears until a cold breeze blew through, and the cultivators in the square shuddered collectively, feeling a chill running from the soles of their feet up their spines to the tops of their heads.

Instinctively, they raised their heads to look up at the sky.

Shen Yi sat high on the long steps, his voice not particularly loud, but in this deathly silence, it was enough for every cultivator to hear him clearly.

The thin letter stood upright on the long table.

Even after Liu Xing Shan's fall, the letter remained unopened.

But no one would question if there was a problem with this.

Not only was there Liu Xing Shan's agitated reaction, which almost confirmed that he had something to hide, but there was also Shen Yi's current identity. As the Patriarch, his word was law... to put it bluntly, even if Liu Xing Shan was truly wronged, as long as the other six patriarchs didn't speak up, no one else would dare to stand up for him.

Of course, the matter had already been settled.

Elder Liu was one of the top experts among the Nanhong Seven, second only to a handful of Daozis and the six great patriarchs. His status was unquestionable, and his death should have shaken all of Nanhong. Yet, at this moment, it was so quiet that it didn't stir up any waves.

Compared to the reason for his demise, the cultivators were more shocked by the process of his death.

Even if Liu Xing Shan wasn't in the right state of mind and had only opened two cities, he was still the venerable elder of the Tianjian Sect.

A stomp of his foot could set off towering waves in Nanhong.

Facing the desperate attack of such a powerful expert, even Su Hongxiu or Wei Yuanzhou would have to focus all their attention, or they might stumble.

But Patriarch Shen didn't even bother to get up.

He merely raised his palm casually, without summoning a Divine Artifact, without opening the White Jade Celestial City, and pressed down slowly.

The surging aura around Liu Xing Shan's body instantly calmed.

His raging figure rushing forward seemed to disappear without a trace, without causing the slightest ripple, and then shattered into pieces.

To be killed so easily!

This was unimaginable for a cultivator of White Jade Capital.

The Daozis who had originally come to watch with schadenfreude fell silent and then, without exception, directed wary gazes at the figure on the high steps.

"..."

Wei Yuanzhou's eyes twitched twice. This subtle change, on a man known for his composure, could be considered somewhat flustered.

He knew that Shen Yi's progress had been rapid, but faced with the horrifying scene before him, his feelings weren't much different from the other Daozis.

Because this was no longer something that could be explained by talent and comprehension.

There were rumors in ancient books about sudden enlightenment and becoming an immortal, but rumors were ultimately false. However, Shen Yi, who had reached White Jade Capital in less than a year and could crush his peers, was real.

Apart from being the reincarnation of an immortal, Wei Yuanzhou couldn't think of another possibility.

Even the way he pressed down with his palm just now resembled an immortal's technique. Otherwise, how could he have so casually ended Liu Xing Shan, who had the ability to open three cities? He wasn't like a fish on a chopping block.

He suddenly felt a sense of hindsight.

If his sister had been a little stronger at that time and had really caused some trouble for Patriarch Shen without his knowledge and without giving him a chance to make amends... then it wouldn't have been as simple as sealing her cultivation and imprisoning her.

Beside Wei Yuanzhou.

Su Hongxiu stood with her hands clasped behind her back, staring fixedly at the spot where Liu Xing Shan had fallen. She closed her eyes, and a grave expression appeared on her face, which had a hint of mature charm. The tip of her nose twitched slightly, as if she had smelled something.

It was the scent of a sword, like some kind of sword body she didn't know.

In addition to this... there was also a Daoist weapon.

If she hadn't sensed it wrong, it should be a weapon of the Primordial Heaven.

At the moment of Liu Xing Shan's disintegration, these faint auras only appeared for an instant, but they were still captured by Su Hongxiu's keen perception.

It seemed like just a palm strike, but it contained a lot of intricacies.

Liu Xing Shan's death was not unjust.

Su Hongxiu opened her eyes, and instead of feeling proud that she had perceived these things, the look she gave Shen Yi became even more solemn and astonished.

The deeper one looked, the more terrifying it became.

Previously, she had been thinking about when Shen Yi would grow to a level that truly piqued her interest in fighting him. But after this scene, the only thought left in her mind was how to win and how to counter that palm strike.

Even if she opened the third city, could she win?

When this thought occurred to Su Hongxiu, she paused for a moment.

It was worth noting that when facing Liu Xing Shan earlier, she had thought that if she used her full strength, she could defeat him with a single sword strike. But now, because of Shen Yi, she was questioning herself.

"There will always be an opportunity to fight."

Su Hongxiu slowly averted her gaze. She couldn't continue watching, or she would only sink deeper into confusion, losing her courage before the battle even began, and her Dao heart would be lacking.

"How did it suddenly... turn into a fight..."

Unconsciously, Bao Hua Xianzi glanced at her master. It wasn't because she was weak-willed, but simply because she was younger than the Nanhong Daozis and lacked experience.

The elderly woman with a walking stick gently shook her head at Bao Hua Xianzi, signaling for her disciple to calm down. However, despite her apparent composure, a hint of envy flashed in her eyes, which she couldn't hide.

As expected of the largest human force in Nanhong.

Such a young cultivator, yet he possesses strength that even surprised this old lady.

No wonder they wanted to enthrone him as the sect master before his union with the Dao.

Such a peerless genius, aside from Nanhong, would undoubtedly be sought after by all the major powers even in the entire Hongze.

This included the Dragon Palace.

They probably wouldn't mind having a purple-bearded white dragon, known as a fairy, fall in love with him, just like what happened with Xuan Qing many years ago. During those days, the Dragon Palace and the human forces were at their most peaceful, each leaving the other undisturbed, dwelling in their respective aquatic and terrestrial realms.

That fairy couple had unknowingly saved countless cultivators from peril, granting them a precious period of recuperation.

Thinking of the phrase "fairy couple,"

a mocking smile appeared on the old woman's lips, along with a murderous aura that went unnoticed by everyone present.

Some beasts, no matter how much they are adorned with beautiful words and given honorable names, are inherently born to be ridden by others!

Xuan Qing, you were truly blind...

"This..."

Bao Hua Xianzi noticed that her master had suddenly fallen into a trance again, and her face stiffened slightly. Her master was probably the only one in the room whose thoughts could wander so freely in such a situation.

Fortunately, there were other Union of Dao cultivators present.

The six sect masters quickly averted their gazes, each with their own thoughts, but it wasn't appropriate to discuss them at the Seven Patriarchs Assembly.

Wei Yuanzhou's thoughts were actually quite normal.

Although Nanhong was a bit remote, it still maintained connections with the outside world. They had heard of things like immortals reincarnating... Forget immortals, let's be blunt—what exactly is the relationship between Shen Yi and Qin Xiangtian?

This young cultivator was from Nanyang.

Yet, he showed no sign of fear towards the outside world. It was as if, from the moment he stepped out, he had already accepted this fact, and his goal was extremely clear.

In a short period, not only had his cultivation skyrocketed, but he had also completely severed ties with the Dragon Palace.

According to the information quietly observed by the sect masters these days, this young man had done nothing but offend the Dragon Palace or seek to offend the Dragon Palace.

Shen Yi's intentions were clear from the blood talisman he deliberately revealed when he raised his palm earlier.

Wasn't it enough for Qin Xiangtian to cultivate a Dragon Slayer once? Does he intend to do it again, or is Qin Xiangtian himself planning to return and help his disciple solidify this reputation?

The six sect masters lowered their eyes, gazing at the figure seated on the throne.

That handsome face, fair and serene, bore a calmness similar to Qin Xiangtian's in his younger days, causing them to fall into a brief daze.

A hint of confusion flashed in the eyes of the Qingyue Sect Master: "..."

Why have you returned? Are you seeking revenge?

But there are no enemies for you in Hongze. Your enemies come from the heavens above.

Brother, do you intend to take us all to our deaths...? Well, dying isn't an issue, but I'm afraid that even in death, we won't be able to vent our frustrations.

"Continue."

The Wushuang Sect Master gently raised his palm, and as his voice rang out, everyone's minds suddenly calmed.

For now, let's put Liu Xing Shan's matter aside.

The entire Seven Patriarchs Assembly proceeded smoothly according to the previously established procedure.

Over ten White Jade Capital elders stood up, stepping on auspicious clouds and holding jade talismans as they rose into the air. They began to proclaim the imperial edict in abstruse and profound phrases.

As those obscure and profound verses were spoken, they were carried by white cranes made of clouds, spreading in all directions. Thus, the name of the new sect master of Nanhong Seven would quickly spread throughout Nanhong and even farther places.

Whether it was the lofty mountains or the vast oceans, countless beings would come to know of this event that could shake the situation in Nanhong.

Seven beams of white light shone brightly, causing the Spirit Mountains to tremble, the Celestial Sword to stir, and the emerald waves to surge. Amidst the swirling clouds, Qingyue dimmed its radiance.

Under their radiance, the huge hanging sun appeared even more dazzling, its gentle glow enveloping this rare and beautiful scenery.

The guests rose to pay their respects.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect stepped forward in unison, holding their swords with both hands and kneeling on one knee towards the figure above.

"..."

On the long staircase, Shen Yi remained seated quietly. Today, he was not the humble cultivator who had just arrived in Hongze. That fluttering white robe of Nanyang represented the entire Nanyang Sect and its more than 180 affiliated families.

At this moment, the lives of these people were tied to him.

Of course, that was just a figure of speech.

But it was still boring nonetheless.

Shen Yi closed his eyes, recalling the feeling of wielding the ink blade earlier. A Daoist weapon and an ordinary treasure were completely different. Although it appeared to be just a blade, it was actually the Heavenly City's empowerment of the cultivator.

After all, it was the first time he had summoned the Immortal City.

After using the Infinite Palm, Shen Yi had voluntarily removed the confusing effect of the Heaven's Derivative Forty-Nine. He wanted to test how different he was from his peers after spending so much demon lifespan and ascending to White Jade Capital.

However, the result was somewhat disappointing.

It wasn't that there was a problem with the ink blade or the mysterious armor, but mainly because Liu Xing Shan's state was not right. Whether it was his aura or his mental state, he seemed to have suffered a great deal of damage and couldn't display his true strength.

Shen Yi opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the Daoists below before glancing in a certain direction.

...

A white crane soared into the clouds.

Beyond the Nanhong Seven, on a rugged floating island, three figures stood with their hands behind their backs, quietly watching the crane's departure.

Leading them was a snake dragon.

Clad in fine robes, it flicked its tongue, its vertical pupils emitting a chilling aura. In a nonchalant tone, it said, "Let's give them a little more face for now."

Even though the Dragon Palace already had a ninety percent certainty that the Nanhong Seven were involved in the intrusion into the aquatic clans, they lacked evidence.

However, there was no need to disturb the Seven Patriarchs Assembly.

But...

Today was the day.

The snake dragon held the Dragon Palace Crown Prince's edict, and its presence here signaled its intention to demand an explanation for the deaths of the Five Princes and the Four Dragon Grandsons.

The Nanhong Seven used the assembly as an excuse to stall for time, which, in the snake dragon's opinion, was pointless. Everyone in Nanhong knew what kind of person their Crown Prince was.

Either he would ignore the issue, or if he did show up, it would be as the de facto ruler of half of Nanhong, seeking justice.

How could he accept returning empty-handed?

"I also want to see how they plan to brush this matter aside," said the fierce-looking demon general behind the snake dragon.

The deaths of so many powerful aquatic clan warriors couldn't be glossed over with mere words.

The Dragon Palace had offered a way out, but if the Nanhong Seven refused to take it, they would have other ways to deal with them.

In the eyes of these demon generals, the current situation presented a very good opportunity.

With the Southern Dragon King still present and the Western Dragon Palace's full support, they could take advantage of the conclusion of the Seven Patriarchs Assembly, when the attention of all the major forces in Nanhong was focused here, to launch a real attack.

Even if they couldn't annihilate the Seven Patriarchs in one fell swoop, with the combined might of the two Dragon Palaces, they could at least severely damage their vitality, make them lose face, cause their subordinates to collapse, and ensure they wouldn't have a chance to rise again for tens of thousands of years.

You don't sleep soundly with a tiger sleeping beside you.

Even though the Nanhong Seven appeared calm, they were still a formidable force to be reckoned with. Their presence made these Dragon Palace warriors cautious and hesitant.

"They're not following the rules. They must give us a proper explanation," said the remaining demon general, who looked somewhat gloomy, as he slowly raised his head to look towards the direction where the seven beams of white light converged.

"What kind of explanation do you want?"

Just then, a hoarse voice sounded from behind the snake dragon.

The demon general tensed, turning instinctively to look, but before he could speak, he heard mocking words from the other side.

"And you call yourselves followers of rules?"

"..."

The snake dragon clenched its sharp claws. In just the time it took to breathe, it already felt a cold sweat breaking out. As a trusted demon general of the Crown Prince, serving as a powerful demon in the White Jade Capital, it had not even noticed the approach of others.

Its eyes quickly scanned to the side.

The next moment, the chilling intent in its vertical pupils slowly spread.

Behind them stood a majestic figure, several zhang tall. Its massive dragon horns were intimidating, and its sharp lower jaw was covered in thick dragon whiskers. Its muscular body seemed ready to explode, and its chest and abdominal muscles were as thick as bricks.

Its entire form resembled a towering mountain, covered in rough, golden scales.

Standing there with its hands behind its back, it exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure, making it hard to breathe.

The snake dragon looked to the other side.

Another majestic figure strode forward. Its body was a dark golden color, and its arms, protruding from its shell, were thick as trees. Even its skin looked like rough rocks, and its ferocious face wore a playful smile.

These two uninvited guests were extremely bizarre.

Not only did they exude a terrifying aura, but their ancient-looking demon bodies, which had clearly lived for countless millennia, were also full of vitality.

"Where did these old monsters come from?"

The snake dragon swallowed, unconsciously taking a step back.

Logically, demons that had lived this long should at least be on par with the Crown Prince, possessing strength comparable to the Joined Dao Realm.

But these two demon monsters didn't seem to have such high cultivation, yet their demon bodies seemed to have reached their peak, and the nobility of their bloodlines... to say something disrespectful, they gave the snake dragon an even more shocking impression than the Crown Prince.

"Who are you, daring to meddle in the Dragon Palace's affairs?!" the snake dragon demanded, trying to keep his composure.

Before the two bizarre demons could reply, the gloomy demon general seemed to see something unbelievable, his eyes fixed on the yellow dragon's eyebrows. The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed, and he finally blurted out a sentence that even he found hard to believe.

"Thirteenth... Thirteenth Uncle?"

"..."

Ke Shisan turned his head slightly and slowly raised his hand, his five sharp dragon claws spreading open.

In an instant, a mighty demonic power burst forth, wrapping around the demon general's body. As he struggled and roared, he was pulled back by the force and brought to Ke Shisan's side.

"You!"

The other fiend general stared at this scene, then immediately rushed to the side without hesitation.

However, before he could even leave the floating island, his vision was filled with a pitch-black shadow.

Boom!

Wu Jun ruthlessly slammed his shoulder into the fiend general's body. He should have sent the general flying back onto the floating island, but with the terrifying and overwhelming power descending upon them, the fiend general's bones shattered, and his body exploded into minced meat!

"...' Ke Shisan glanced at him silently.

"...' Wu Jun hesitated for a moment and helplessly patted the bloodstains on his shoulders. "I'll take care of the bodies."

She Ya sniffed the bloody scent in the air and silently watched the two great fiends.

Without her taking any action, these two had already started discussing collecting the corpses.

Was this ancient golden dragon really related to the Thirteenth Dragon Grandson?

And who was this "East Palace Master"? Which palace did he belong to?

Why hadn't she ever heard of such a force in Nanhong? Could they be outsiders?

But none of that mattered now.

The most important thing was her own life.

"You two, I am here under the order of the South Dragon Palace Crown Prince to ask the Nanhong Seven about the calamity that befell the aquatic clans. Moreover, when two armies are at war, messengers are not to be harmed. If you two insist on going against the rules, you will bring great disaster upon yourselves."

She Ya immediately held up the edict, as if grasping a lifeline.

But that edict, which made all the forces in Nanhong wary, only caused the ancient tortoise fiend to laugh out loud.

"Pah."

Wu Jun walked step by step towards She Ya, suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the neck, and then pointed to his face. "Do you know me?"

"Heh!" She Ya was still immersed in the shock of this monster's formidable body. That seemingly casual slap was enough to make her feel unavoidable.

Hearing the question, she subconsciously replied, "I don't know you."

"Then that's fine."

The smile on Wu Jun's face slowly faded, and he became as indifferent as Ke Shisan: "So, why would I care about your rules?"

In an instant, thick black light, like ink, poured onto She Ya's body, enveloping her completely in the blink of an eye.

"Heh! Heh!"

She Ya still held up the edict, raising it high. Her eyes widened, and her breathing became heavy. "My Crown Prince is a true dragon comparable to the Joined Dao Realm!"

She had just finished speaking when she suddenly heard a muffled sound from her body.

A huge dragon claw had pierced through her abdomen from behind.

Then the dragon claw suddenly clenched, crushing her internal organs.

Ke Shisan slowly withdrew his right claw.

She Ya stumbled and fell to the ground, her body wrapped in black light. She desperately covered her abdomen and stared at the two majestic figures in disbelief.

However, she was not given the chance to say anything more.

Wu Jun had already lifted his foot and ruthlessly stomped down on her!

As he crushed She Ya's body, he also crushed the edict under his foot.

She Ya looked down, not lifting her foot, but instead stomping a few more times. A mocking smile appeared on his face as he said, "I know you can see this."

Wu Jun crushed the edict bit by bit, his voice carrying a hint of provocation. "Not satisfied?"

He pointed two fingers at his temple, and his expression gradually became wild. "This Palace Master is waiting for you to come to me. Pah, the Crown Prince... is just a worm in Nanhong."

"As for now, you can scram."

Wu Jun retracted his gaze and completely crushed the edict into powder.

Far below, in the depths of the water.

In the magnificent Crown Prince's Palace.

An old dragon, wearing a crown and dressed in splendid robes, leaned back on the throne, appearing to be asleep. But through the crown, one could see his expressionless face, which was now extremely gloomy.

He silently stared into the void.

After a long time, he finally closed his eyes.

A chilling smile lifted the corners of his lips, and his sigh echoed throughout the grand palace.

Had the South Dragon Palace been dormant for too long?

Now, not only the Nanhong Seven but even those miscellaneous forces dared to come and trample on their dignity? If that was the case, then so be it.

Let's see if the South Dragon Palace had truly fallen to the point where everyone could bully them.

In an instant, the figure of the South Dragon Palace Crown Prince disappeared from the throne.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the deepest part of the waters, in a brick hall, standing before a rough statue of a yellow dragon, bowing towards the abyss and saying, "Father, your son has come to see you."

Ke Laosi knelt on the ground, begging for an unknown amount of time in the abyssal cave, which finally showed a glimmer of life.

A deep and resonant voice drifted out along with the water waves.

"Granted."

A single word, but it carried boundless dignity.

In the abyss, a pair of eyes lit up, flashing with golden light, and the emerald-green pupils seemed to hold the most venomous hatred in the world.

(End of Chapter)

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